"And your mother, Geraldine?"
"My father said that she was dead," she replied, simply.
"It was false! He, your cruel father, took you from me! I am your own mother, darling!" cried the lady, extending imploring arms.
[CHAPTER XXXI.]
FROM WANT TO WEALTH.
"At sea—we're all at sea upon life's ocean,
And none can boast a never-failing chart;
Sail as we may, we'll meet with dread commotion,
And hidden shoals to terrify the heart.
We're all at sea; some favored ones, enchanted,
Float peacefully upon the placid tide,
While others with sad doubts and fears are haunted,
And ever on the roughest billows ride."
Francis S. Smith.
Clifford Standish watched the scene before him with eager interest.